He gestured for her to proceed him into the restaurant. Partially to hide his condition behind her and partly to watch her ass in her tight yoga pants. The second didn't help him with the first. He'd have to pick up some jeans or pants with a denser fabric for containing and concealing such activity down there.
They were seated, and Sam couldn't hide the smile on her face.
"What?" Hal finally asked.
"Sorry, I'm just feeling so good about myself, and I can't remember the last time I did. This was probably the best day of my life!"
Hal froze as he stared across the table at Sam. For him, the day started with his hands around her throat.
His shock must have shown as she waved a hand at him. "Starting from the when we woke up in the hotel in Albuquerque," she amended.
"Ah," he replied an
